A surprise visit at work

After Supergirl left my apartment, my morning proceeded in pretty much the same way it did on days where I didn't wake up in bed next to a superheroine. I dumped the dirty dishes in the sink to wash later, finished getting ready, and headed out to catch my bus. Yeah, I know what you're probably thinking, 'how can you still ride the bus less than a week after you almost died falling out of one?', and the answer to that is 'I live in Metropolis, and I need to get to work somehow'.

Anyway, I made it to the Metro Burger I worked at on-time and spent the rest of the morning serving breakfast muffins and way-too-hot coffee to people. During the short lull between the breakfast and lunch crowds, I also told my coworker Tom about what happened the night before and this morning.

Unsurprisingly, his response was, "Bullshit."

"I know how crazy it sounds, but I'm telling the truth!"

"Yeah, and Wonder Woman gave me a titjob in the Hall of Justice last Tuesday," Tom said, rolling his eyes, "Seriously dude, give it a rest. Why would Supergirl go for some schlub like you when she could have any guy in the world? Fuck, she's probably getting railed by Superman right now."

"Superman's her cousin, you idiot," I said.

"So? Maybe Kryptonians are fine with cousin fucking," Tom said with a shrug, "And even if they weren't before, there's the whole 'survival of the species' thing to consider. If you and your hot cousin were the last two humans alive, are you seriously telling me you wouldn't stick your dick in her, ever?"

"I... no!" I said, before stammering, "Maybe..."

"Excuse me?"

"Dude, it's basic biology," Tom continued, "The two of them probably live together in some isolated space ship when they aren't saving people or doing Justice League stuff. With that much free time with each other, I'd be shocked to find out they weren't fucking each other like rabbits."

"Helloooooo?"

"Do you even have a cousin?"

"Well yeah, but she's not a hot cousin."

"HEY!"

Tom and I turned towards the girl that was trying to get our attention. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of glasses with thick black frames and a yellow sweater with the collar of a dress blouse popping out the top. She actually looked pretty cute, in the dorky girl-next-door kind of way.

"S-Sorry," I stammered, hoping she didn't overhear too much of our raunchy conversation, "What can I get for you today?"

"An iced tea to go would be nice," she started with a smile, "But really, I want to know if you're going to be taking your lunch break soon."

"Uh, why would you need to know that?" I asked, now thoroughly confused.

"Cause I'm about to get brunch, and I was wondering if you wanted to join me," she answered.

"He'll be off in fifteen minutes," Tom said, before elbowing me and saying, "Chat her up, dude, I'll get that drink. Small, medium, or large?"

"Small's fine."

"Wait, but I don't..." I started to say, but Tom's already turned to grab the cup.

Once he was distracted, the girl leaned in and whispered, "You really don't recognize me, huh?"

I shook my head, "Sorry miss, but I don't think we've met."

"Maybe this will help jog your memory," she said, before reaching across the counter and pulling me in for a kiss with a shocking amount of strength. For a brief moment I tried to resist, but then I realized that this felt familiar... too familiar. When she pulled back, I saw over her glasses for a brief moment, and got a clear view of her eyes. Those baby blue eyes that stared back at me with a look of adoration, of an intensity that I had only ever seen that morning.

My jaw dropped in shock, and utter bewilderment that I didn't see it sooner. Before I could even **** out a response, Tom was back with her drink in hand.

"That'll be a dollar twenty," he said, "And Charlie here will meet you outside shortly, if you're okay with waiting."

"I think I'll manage," she said, though as she turned to leave she added, "And FYI, everyone knows that Wonder Woman is the one Superman's doing it with." She gave me a wink, then stepped outside to wait by the curb.

"So was that the 'Supergirl' you were telling me about?" Tom asked with a grin.

"Uh... y-yeah..." I barely managed to mumble.

"Well I'll give you this, she sorta looks like her," Tom said, "But Supergirl's way hotter than that. I mean no offense man, but there's no way those jeans are hiding a Supergirl ass, you know what I'm saying?"

"But I... that..."

"Hey, it's cute that you two roleplay and stuff," he interrupted, "but keep it in the bedroom where it belongs, alright? A girl like her would probably freak if she found out you were telling people how kinky she is in the sack."

Judging from the aside glance and blushing smile Kara was giving me through the window, I wasn't so sure about that.